Evil MC's NTR Harem

"Natalie, this can't be you." Ryan's voice was barely a whisper as he stared at the screen, hoping for some kind of explanation. He remembered his sweet, innocent girlfriend—the one who blushed at his touch, laughed at his jokes, and always carried a quiet grace.

But the woman in the video was a stranger to him, her actions so wildly out of character that he struggled to believe his eyes. She was bold, uninhibited, and fully absorbed in what was happening.

Ryan's mind raced, desperately trying to reconcile the person he loved with the image before him, clinging to the hope that somehow, this wasn't real.

But that hope was squashed completely when he saw Natalie coming on the face of her student, writing and squirting all over the mattress of their lovemaking.

"Let's make a good show, Natalie," Ryan heard the student say, his voice a low, seductive purr. As the words hung in the air, a chill ran down Ryan's spine, a mixture of anticipation and dread. He watched, transfixed, as the student's hands moved deliberately, stripping away Natalie's clothing, revealing her naked form.

Her skin, pale and flawless, glistened in the dim light. Her breasts, full and inviting, seemed to beckon him. A wave of desire crashed over Ryan, igniting a fire deep within him. He couldn't help but feel a surge of jealousy as he compared himself to the imposing figure of the student.

The student's gaze, dark and intense, swept over Natalie's body, a possessive gleam in his eyes. His hands moved with practiced ease, caressing her curves, arousing her to a fever pitch. Ryan watched, his own arousal growing with each touch, each moan.

As the student leaned in, his breath hot against Natalie's ear, Ryan's heart pounded in his chest. He yearned to be in the student's place, to feel the thrill of possessing such a beautiful woman. Yet, he knew that he was a mere spectator, a powerless observer to the unfolding drama.

A pang of self-loathing shot through him as he glanced down at his own body. His cock, though aroused, seemed puny in comparison to the monstrous size of the student's.

He couldn't help but feel inadequate, a mere shadow of the man who held Natalie captive.

He had a 6 inch cock to Ross 15 inches giant!

Natalie's breath hitched. Her heart pounded against her ribs like a trapped bird, a frantic rhythm echoing the rapid thumps of the music pulsing through the room.

She was caught in a moment suspended between fear and desire, a strange, intoxicating blend that made her knees weak.

She tried to protest, a feeble…

"Wait, I'm not ready" escaping her lips. But her body betrayed her, her involuntary moan a stark contrast to her hesitant words. Her legs, spread wide, were vulnerable, exposed.

And there it was, looming under her, a huge, imposing pussy destroyer that promised both pain and pleasure.

The camera's cold, mechanical eye captured the scene, a voyeuristic observer to the unfolding drama. Ryan, the unseen watcher, was privy to every detail, every nuance of her fear and anticipation.

He saw the way her body tensed as she was lifted, suspended in the air, a helpless puppet at the mercy of unseen strings.

The massive cock, a symbol of raw power and primal desire, waited below inches from her entrance. It was a sight both terrifying and alluring, a forbidden fruit that promised forbidden pleasures.

With a slow, deliberate motion, Natalie's body began its descent, brushing against her sensitive skin, igniting a fire within her.

"Ahhhhhh…" A sharp intake of breath, a muffled cry - a mix of pain and ecstasy. The moment of truth had arrived. The cock plunged deep, filling her, stretching her, claiming her.

The world around her faded, replaced by a kaleidoscope of sensations. Her body arched, her nails dug into the sheets, her voice lost in a cacophony of pleasure and pain.

Blood was spilled but no one died in consequence this time. It was virgin blood through and through.

Natalie's body, initially tense and resistant, began to yield to the relentless rhythm. The initial sting of pleasure soon transformed into a burning sensation that spread through her core.

Each thrust brought her closer to the edge, a precipice of ecstasy she both feared and desired.

Her hips began to mirror his, a silent dance of surrender. Her nails dug into the sheets, her teeth clenched as she fought to contain the rising tide of sensation.

A low moan escaped her lips, a primal sound that belied her usually composed demeanor.

"Oh myyyy…." Then, it happened. A wave of pleasure crashed over her, overwhelming her senses. Her body arched, her muscles contracting involuntarily.

A primal scream escaped her lips as she reached the peak of ecstasy. The world around her faded, replaced by a kaleidoscope of sensation. Chapter Find:

As the aftershocks subsided, she felt a renewed surge of desire. A second orgasm, even more intense than the first, overtook her. Her body convulsed, her muscles clenching and releasing in a rhythmic pattern.

A torrent of liquid pleasure erupted from her, coating the length of Ross's cock and soaking the bedsheets.

In the aftermath, she lay spent, her body limp and her breath ragged. But her heart was filled with a strange sense of peace, a contentment she had never experienced before.

Natalie, exhausted but still trembling, thought she had finally reached the end. Her body ached, her mind was a fog, and her spirit was broken. But Ross, relentless in his pursuit of pleasure, had other plans.

"It's still too early to rest, my sweet slave," he growled, his voice a low, menacing purr. With a rough tug, he pulled her to her feet, his grip bruising her delicate skin.

Ryan, the unseen observer, watched in a mixture of fascination and horror. He had never witnessed such raw, unbridled passion. The way Ross dominated Natalie, the way he pushed her to her limits, it was both exhilarating and terrifying.

As the hours passed, Ryan's own desire fluctuated. He experienced the thrill of vicarious pleasure, the agony of frustration, and the ecstasy of multiple orgasms. But with each passing moment, his resolve weakened, his body growing weary.

By the fifth hour, Ryan was a mere shadow of his former self. His body ached, his mind was clouded, and his spirit was broken. Yet, he was compelled to watch, to witness the spectacle of human desire pushed to its absolute limit.

As the final throes of passion subsided, a sense of emptiness washed over Ryan. He had witnessed the darkest depths of human desire, and he was forever changed.

Ryan, though emotionally drained and dead, was compelled to continue watching the disturbing spectacle. As Friday unfolded, he witnessed a relentless cycle of dominance and submission.

Ross, a relentless force of nature, pushed Natalie to her breaking point, reducing her to a quivering, helpless mass of desire.

Ryan was awestruck by Ross's stamina, his ability to perform with such intensity for hours on end. He had never seen a man so completely in control of his body and his desires.

The sheer force of Ross's lovemaking was mind-boggling, and Ryan couldn't help but wonder if the bed itself would eventually give way under the strain.

As the day wore on, Natalie's resistance dwindled. Her initial fear and reluctance had been replaced by a compulsive need for Ross's touch.

She craved the pain, the pleasure, the utter obliteration of her senses. Her screams, once a cry of protest, had transformed into a guttural plea for more.

Ryan watched in horrified fascination as Ross pushed Natalie to the brink of madness. He saw the way Natalie's body convulsed, her eyes rolled back in her head, her breath coming in ragged gasps. He saw the way Ross's every touch sent shockwaves of pleasure and pain through her body.

As the final hours of the ordeal approached, Ryan felt a strange sense of empathy for Natalie. He understood the allure of the dark side, the intoxicating power of submission. He knew that he, too, could be consumed by such desires, if given the chance.

The final act of the drama was both terrifying and exhilarating. Ross, with a feral intensity, drove Natalie to the edge of oblivion. Her screams echoed through the room, a haunting melody of pain and pleasure.

And as the final orgasm consumed her, Ryan knew that he had witnessed something truly extraordinary, something that would forever be etched into his memory.

Unfortunately, the intense sexual experiences of Natalie had a profound impact on Ryan's emotional and psychological well-being.

The constant exposure to explicit content of the woman that he loved and the witnessing of extreme dominance and submission he had seen has taken a toll on his heart and mind.

"Ahhhhhhh!" Ryan cried out, his voice filled with a mixture of frustration, desire, and despair.

There was no turning back. Ryan was forever changed by the experience, a prisoner of his own inadequacy.

He cursed his fate, his weakness, and most of all, Ross Oakley, the man who had stolen Natalie from him and dragged her into this dark and twisted world.

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